Saturday, January 12, 2013

Goddesses and Superheroes Unite!



I am Desireé, goddess of desire from the planet Zortec. I have many powers, among them I can be a shapeshifter. That is I can take on any form you please. I have taken on so many forms I have forgotten my true form.
Like all gods and goddesses from planet Zortec, I have 9 lives like cats who are our planet’s guardians. Each time I am reborn I take another goddess die and another goddess is born like phoenix rising from the dead.
Right now, I’m onto my 2nd life. But some of that anger is still at the surface, ready to boil over any minute. Anything can tip the scales. I am goddess of desire, As Desireé, I have the widest, so huge it practically takes up my whole face, bluest eyes of the galaxy, an aristocratic nose, flaxen hair and flawless skin as if it’s craved from marble. We are immune from any and all diseases except meteorite showers. All of the known gods in the planet Zortec was obliterated by a meteorite shower.
In planet Zortec, the Mighty Goddess of all rule is Goddess of Desire’s mother Goddess of Faith, whose name is what she stands for. On earth, little girls learn how to drive. But at age 16, on the planet Zortec, all little girls must seek their soulmates. They are given two years to find a soulmate. If they don’t find one by then their maternal figures will find one for them. Faith urges her daughter Desireé to go and find her soulmate, be it mortal Desireé, immoral, or demigod. Most of the demigods and immortals are both her distant and close relatives, so that’s out. She knows she must seek out her soulmate in an immortal.
“Dearest daughter,” Faith says. “It is time to go forth to seek your soulmate. Go, Desireé, go forth to Godlamer seek your love.”
And Desireé went.
Let me tell a little bit about Godlamer. They got ordinary people with extraordinary powers. There’s Violent Violet, who can shoot poisonous violets out of her eyes when angry. There’s Wildfire who can harness fire with his bare hands. There’s Tamer who can tame wild beasts like dragon turning them as weak as a moth; And he can also take out poisonous venom from deadly animals out of anybody.
          Desireé long has a crush on Tamer. Now that she is coming-of-age, she can go forth and married him. When she got to Godlamer, she saw Wildfire, who is just cleaning up a forest fire. He has auburn hair and inflammable outfit that he always wears
        Desireé asked Wildfire, “Where is Tamer?”
        “Who’s askin’?”
        Drawing herself to her fullest height, she said, “It is me, Goddess of Desire, Desireé.”
        “Oh, boy,” said Wildfire, doing a double take. “I heard you’re beautiful, but I never imagine just how beautiful…”
        “I could say the same about you too,” said Desireé flirtatiously. “You’re not so bad-looking yourself,” putting a hand on his arm.
        Just then. Tamer comes out of the forest.
        “The fire was caused by a dragon, but I got him. Oh, we’ve got company,” he said as soon as he saw Desireé. “Who is this?”
        “This is Goddess of Desire, Desireé,” said Wildfire.
        “Pleasure to meet you,” said Tamer, taking her hand in his to kiss. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in a long time.”
        “Don’t let Violet hear you say that,” said Wildfire. “She’ll have your neck!”
        Tamer has fine hands almost like a girl’s. He has numerous scars tattooed on his body, showing off taming efforts. He even has a facial scar from his below his right to his chin that he got when he tried to tamed a lion, but it made him all the more endearing.
        “Let’s go someplace quiet where we can talk,” suggested Desireé.
        Tamer finds a tree with a sitting branch where they could sit and talk. But Wildfire, jealous with wanting, decides to follow them.
        As soon as Tamer and Desireé have sat down, she said, “I love you ever since I heard of you. It is my coming-of-age. It is time to find my soulmate to get married.”
        Wildfire, hiding in the bushes next to them, suddenly came out and said, “But I love you. Marry me.”
        “What are you doing, Wildfire?!” exclaimed Desireé, putting her hands on her hips. “Were you spying on us?”
        “Yes,” Wildfire admitted. “But with good reason.”
        “Speak now,” Desireé commanded
        “You see,” explained Wildfire. “I was keeping you from getting hurt ‘cause Tamer here has Violet. He gonna ask her to marry any day now. He has a rhinestone all picked out.”
        “Is this true?” Desireé asked Tamer.
        “Yes, m’ dear, it is,” nodded Tamer. “I love Violet with all my heart. She is my one true soulmate. I belong to her. Don’t be sad; There are other fishes in the sea. Why, there is even Wildfire; he is a wonderful catch.”
        Just then Violet comes around the bend. She catches sight of the 2 guys but didn’t see Desireé right away. Violet looks a little like a fairy with her ethereal quality. She has lavender hair, small pixie-like hands and feet. She even has natural violet eyes but it changes color depending on the light. I told you what happens when she gets angry but when happy her face glows like purple rain.
Upon meeting Desireé, she feels no threat at all, though a lot of young girls like to chase after Tamer; she knows she has him around her little finger. She finds Desireé, the so-called Goddess of Desire a sweet kid, nothing more. As she leaves with Tamer, she sees a tearful Desireé throwing her arms around Wildfire. \\\\\\\\\
        My God, thought Violet. What a slut.
        Uncomfortably, Wildfire patted Desireé on the back. “Are you alright, kid?”
        Turning her face up towards him, her lips part, licking them lusciously. Wildfire kissed Desireé. At first, kissing full-on then putting his tongue down her teeth digging at her tongue, playing tongue wrestling. Desireé and Wildfire can’t even wait to get their clothes off of each other. Desireé is wearing a dress of satin with many knots to it. Wildfire is aggressive, riping off Desireé’s dress with thought of anything. Meanwhile, Desireé is trying to take off Wildfire’s clothes but to no avail because it’s imflammatory and it’s practically meshed onto his body, so he has to take it off himself.
        Next morning, Desireé wakes up to the birds chirruping. She realizes she mustn’t forget her mission, which is to find her soulmate. Her parents have taught her that one-night stand don’t work out unless you intend on marrying the man. She finds nobody next to her but nature.
        “G’morning, sleepyhead,” greeted Wildfire. “How did you sleep?”
        “Like a baby.”
        “You look like one when you were asleep,” said Wildfire.
        “Were you watching me when I was asleep?”
        “Yes,” Wildfire said, “That’s I love you. Always and forever.”
        “You’re funny,” said Desireé. “We just met yesterday. How could you love me?”
        “Same way you loved Tamer,” argued Wildfire. “How could you’ve love him?”
        “I heard how great he is, that’s all,” said Desireé. “Well, I don’t like him anymore. He jilted me for that purple-head.”
        “You never had him,” Wildfire reminded her.
        “Oh, but I wanted him so very bad,” said Desireé, throwing her arms around Wildfire. “It’ll be alright,” said Wildfire, kissing her tears away. “It’s his loss, our win,” tearing each other clothes off yet again.
        After they have sex yet again, Desireé propped herself on one elbow facing her new love, Wildfire. “I have a proposition for you, Wildfire. Why don’t we get married?”
        “I’ll have to think on it,” replied Wildfire. “
“But you were so eager.”
“That’s when I realized I have competition. Now, it’s just no fun anymore.”
♥                        ♥                   ♥
After several weeks of lustful lovemaking, a letter arrived by unicorn express from Faith, telling Desireé to get marry or else she’s gonna find her one for her.
“Have you decided whether or not you wanna married me yet?” asked Desireé.
“Give me time.”
“All I given you is time, “ said Desireé. “My mother said if I don’t find a mate soon, she’ll find one for me.”
“Okay, darling,” said Wildfire. “I’ll marry you. On one conditin-that I get to propose to you properly.In front of your family.”
“How chivalry of you,” said Desireé. “O, okay.”
When Wildfire and Desireé reach Zortec, he is wearing a woolen outfit made from lambskin and Desireé is wearing woolen dress made from the same material that their dressmaker made for them.
Upon reaching the Palace of Goddesses in Zortec, he gets down on one knee and proposes to his sweetheart.
All the goddesses come out for Desireé’s homecoming and witness this event.
“Oh my God,” said Dove, goddess of Peace, “Our lil Desireé is being proposed to.”“Congratulations, m’ dear girl,” congratulating Desireé.
“Welcome back, honey,” Faith said, both Desireé and Wildfire. “Congrats, sweets.”
When they are deciding the guests list for their wedding, they couldn’t decide whether or not toinvite Tamer and Violet. “You wouldn’t be marrying me if you hadn’t Tamer and Violet,” Wildfire pointed out.
So they decide to invite Tamer and Violet. The wedding party is totaling 2500 people including mortals, immortals, demigods, and superheroes. After the wedding, Desireé finds out she’s pregnant with twins! Desireé and Wildfire are gonna have gorgeous, powerful babes! 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Wild Bandits


Jolene Chen and Darla Joneson were two of a kind. Twins separated at birth, they were brought together just recently and realized although they were total opposites. but they were as tight as any twins could be. People (close friends and relatives) called them ‘Ravens’ because of their long waist-length dark hair. They’ve also have dark blue eyes but it changed whenever the mood struck
Always the spontaneous one, Darla suggested, “Why don’t we do something wild and crazy for our sixteenth birthday?”
“Like what?” asked Jolene.
“Like do something wicked with our hair.”
“OK,” Jolene said. “I know a place.”
On their sixteenth birthday, they decided to dye their hair. Jolene decided to dye the tips of her hair golden, making her looked more like an eagle than a raven while Darla decided to give her hair purple and pink streaks.
Jolene had always been book smart since she had grown up in the prominent neighborhood while Darla had street smarts having grown up in the rough part of the town, Creek Valley. You could say she was from the wrong side of the tracks. They still lived in the same neighborhoods, although Darla hung out more than not in Jolene’s neighborhood, Flat Rock, where the rich resided. However, she didn’t get along with her twin’s friends well.
Their adoptive parents were glad they finally found each other. Unbeknownst to even the adoptive parents, they didn’t even know that there were twins. But when they finally found each other, they were overcome with joy.
Before their party, where both sets of parents were going to meet for the very first time, they decided to change their looks.
At Blamzamo, a local beauty salon that Jolene frequented, she requested to her favorite stylist,. “Cut our hair off to a pageboy cut and give it some bangs.”
“Also, I want a dye job,” Darla added.
”A dye job?” Jolene asked, surprised. “What kind?”
“Oh something radical,” Darla said carelessly.
“Maybe I’ll get a dye job too.” Jolene.
“Tell you what,” Darla suggested. “Let’s do ours separately, and we’ll reveal the results later, okay?”
“Okay!”
Three hours later, Jolene and Darla stood in front of each other, mirror images of each other Their heads covered in a terry cloth turban. Each twin took a deep breath.
Their stylists said, “On a count of three. One… Two… Three…!” Boy were they surprised and shocked! In Jolene’s case, she was shocked. And in Darla’s case, she was surprised.
They were talking at once.
Jolene: “You’re crazy! Absolutely, beyond without a doubt have totally lost it!”
Darla: “It looks like you barely did anything to your hair.”
They stopped talking as quickly as they started.
Darla said, “Well, whatchu think?”
“It’s wild and crazy.” Jolene said. “What do you think of mine?”
“      It’s very you.”

That night they arrived at their sixteenth birthday party in different attires. Jolene wore full glam. Tight little leather jacket with metallic minidress and thigh length combats that Darla gave her earlier. Darla wore jeans and a T-shirt and her favorite ankle boots with spurs. Besides being from the rough part of town, she lived in a ranch where she could work off her frustrations if need be.

Both sets of their parents were shocked and surprised. They were surprised at Jolene’s appearance but shocked at Darla’s new look. Darla was used to shocking her parents anyways. (She started smoking when she turned 13.) But after the shock wore off, they were surprised for them that they changed their appearances. They were looking forward to being confused and they loved their daughters long hair.
Mrs. Chen said, “We won’t co-parent the girls.”
Mrs. Joneson said, Yeh, we’ll keep things the way they are.”
Mrs. Chen said, “My home is open to you whenever you wish.”
Mrs. Joneson said, “As with me.”
At the end of the party, Jolene and Darla hugged, whispering in Darla’s ear, “Call me if you need anything. I’ll be right there. Love ya.”
Then Jolene and Darla’s families went their separate ways. While Jolene went back to her prestigious, private high school studying to get into Julliard, her twin continued going to her public high school named, which was after the town, where she had an unruly bunch of friends. A real tough crowd who fought a lot. They may get into fisticuffs, but most likely they carried a weapon with ‘em, be it a knife or a switchblade.
Sure, the twins did drugs and drank alcohol But only when life dealt them a hard blow. For Jolene, it was easy for her to acquire coke or heroin because she lived in Flat Rock.The pressure of life affects her, be it her parents, teachers or any authority figure she do a line of coke or even heroin. She sometimes smokes grass to make her feel less stress. She even went to a rave once where they did Ecstasy. She knew it wasn’t for her when she saw someone passed out and died because he overdose on it. She hadn’t even told her twin yet that she had been doing drugs since high school started. High school had been way too much pressure for her.
On the other hand, in Creek Valley, it was easy to obtained alcohol even without a fake ID. They don’t even card you. Liquor stores are so poor and rundown that they’ll accept any form of business even from minors. So Darla liked going to the liquor stores unsupervised to get what liquor they’ve remaining. She liked drinking alone. If Darla’s parents ever caught her drinking, they’ll have her hide and livelihood so she kept it discreet, not even telling her closest buddies. She might-just might- tell her twin when they get to know each other better. 
“      Hi Jolene,” said Darla. “Let’s go riding.”
“We don’t have our licenses yet.”
“Even better!” Darla yanked out her jacket from the front hall closet. “Let’s go!”
Outside Darla’s house was parked a fire-engine red Trans Am.
“My ex taught me how to hot-wired a car.”
“But that’s stealing!” Jolene protested.
“It’s borrowing,” Darla amended. “We’ll return before the night’s over.”
After Darla touched a coupla the wires, the car was roaring to go.
“C’mon, it’s alright,” Darla yelled over the roar of the engine. “We won’t get caught!’
While they were riding in the Trans Am, Darla asked Jolene, “Jo, didn’t you ever taken a risk before? Do or dare kinda thing?”
“No, but will we get in trouble for this?”
“I bet you never been in trouble a day in your life,” said her twin.
“Let’s go to Club Neon,” said Darla. “I heard there’s’ lots of drugs in that club.”
“And I heard you have to be 21 to get in.”
“I think we look 25.”
“Do you really think we do?”
“Sure we do,”
“Now onto Club Neon!”

The twins partied at Club Neon all night long. It was Darla’s first time trying drugs. Darla was so inexperienced she didn’t what to do with what. How to make a line, how to snort.
Jolene came out of the closet that she used drugs to make her relieve the pressure. She used her expertise to show her twin sister how to make a line and snort coke. In turn, Darla showed Jolene the best liquor in the house although here they carded them, which ix no problem because they got their fake IDs. Each twin was surprised by the other’s secret, but had not told anyone else about it.
Jolene asked, “You won’t ever breath a word to this to anyone?
Darla replied, “Yes, I swear, your secret is safe with me,” putting her hand to her heart.
“Pinky swear,” Jolene said, holding out her pinky.
“That’s for little kids!”
“C’mon, pinky swear!” Jolene insisted.
“Okay, okay,” Darla submitted, wrapping her pinky around her twin’s.
Deliriously drunk and high, they hooked up with a half a dozen guys at the nightclub.
Over the bar, there was a TV stand tuned into the nightly news. The announcer said, “An APB is out an hot-red Trans Am…” and followed that where it was last seen and the license plate number.
“Oh, no,” Darla said, who was high as a kite. “That’s us! We’ve gotta go! C’mon, Jo, let’s go!”
“Text me,” said a very drunk Jolene as Darla managed to drag her away from the nightclub.
When they got to the Trans Am, Darla said. “There’s a APB out on this car as a stolen vehicle. You’re the sensible one; what should we do about it?”
“Hm,” Jolene said, trying to think through her drunken haze.
“Nevermind,” Darla |”Will ya please look in the glove compartment?”
As they were looking through it, they found an automatic gun.
“Hold up,” Jolene interjected, finally waking up. “Drinking and doing drugs are way different from killing.”
“We’re not gonna kill,” Darla corrected Jolene, putting the gun in her back pocket. “We need to protect ourselves at all times” She checked to see if it was loaded. “ Good, It’s loaded. We can’t go back now; the cops’ll be on us. We gotta flee the country.”
That’s easy since they live on the stateline to north of the Canadian borderline.
“Let’s go to Vancouver!” Darla said.
“But… but… my family, my friends,” Jolene cried.
“Do you wanna get caught, is that it?”
“No,” said Jolene uncertainly
“Then let’s do Thelma and Louise!”
        Darla drove with Jolene sleeping in shotgun, tears in her eyes, all night till the break of dawn. Then they finally reached a low, rundown hotel that was nearly falling apart at its seams on the border of Canada. More like a shanty than a real hotel. As Jolene slept, her tears dried on her cheeks, making her look like a baby. By the time they reached the hotel, they were tired out.
As soon as they got the key to their room, they asked the brown hair, brown eyed deeply tanned night clerk, “What’s the name of this place?”
“Angel Lake” was the answer. “Locals called it Kissing Angels.”
“Thanks for the room,” called Darla and Jolene.
“You’re welcome.”

        Their rooms have two single beds, a bath, a kitchenette.
“I’m going to take a shower,” said Jolene. “Be right out.”
By the time she finished with her shower, it was Darla’s turn. After Darla came out, she said, “C’mon, we gotta figure out a plan,” At this, Jolene looked wistful. “We can’t go back. We’ll have to go juvie or worse yet, to reformatory,” said Darla. Jolene looked anguished.
“My dreams of going to Julliard gone up in smoke.” said Jolene.
“I didn’t know you were trying to get into Julliard, Jo,” said Darla.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Darla.”
“Well, should we stick with our original plan to go to Vancouver?” Darla asked.
“Okay,” Jolene said. “Might as well; I sure as hell don’t want to go to juvie or reformatory.”
“Are you okay with this plan?” Darla asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Only thing is that you said we won’t get caught and we kinda did.”
“Almost,” said Darla. Almost, Jo, that’s the key word. Anyway, tomorrow will be a long drive up Ice Falls.”
“Ice Falls?” asked Jolene. “Where’s that?”
“That’s where my class went skiing and snowboarding last winter.”

Early the next day, Darla and Jolene set off for Vancouver to Ice Falls. When they got there, there was a neverending waterfall where at the end of the fall where boulders to prevent anyone from jumping into the stream where people sometimes fished, swim. . , whatever. Nearby were fruit trees of every kind: apples, pears, lemons, whatever.
        “Jo, usually people come here in the summers for picnics and other summertime fun. They eat the fruit right off the trees. But occasionally in the spring, people come by to have romantic adventures like camping and picnicking,” said Darla.
        “Cool,” said Jolene, nodding her head.
        “We can hide-out in one of those vacant cabins,” said Darla pointing to the cabins on top of the waterfall, which were vacant till summer. “It has running hot water and electricity and everything.”
        “Okay,” agreed Jolene. “You know this place better than I do. You be the judge.”
        They chose one of the middle cabins, with Darla saying, “Let’s hide-out here for a few days till things cool down, huh?”
        “Okay,” Jolene said. “Good plan.”
       
                                                                                                                                      However, in few days, things didn’t cool down. It was all over the news that there was a stolen Trans Am, perhaps crossing the border into Canada. Where they lived was 2½ mile apart from Canadian border, which took them half a night to get there. The cops in the States and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police were on the lookout for a hot-red Trans Am.
        “What should we do?” Jolene freaked.
        “Lemme think…” Darla pondered. “Got a light?”
        “I don’t smoke.” Jolene freaked. “You do?”
        “Of course you don’t.” said Darla calmly, fishing out a packed of cigarettes from her breast pocket and a lighter from her back pocket. “You’re so straitlaced, you’ve never taken a risk in your life.”
        After lighting up the cigarette, she said, “I think we should change our license plates and head for the hills, live off the land till summer. Or, if you like, we could go on to Vancouver and risk getting caught. If we continue onto Vancouver, we’ll have to paint the car a whole other color. What do you say about that?”
        “Let’s go with the 1st plan,’ replied Jolene.
        “Okay,” Darla said, smushing the cigarette with her bottom of her shoe.
Since Jolene was fairly loaded, she decided to part some of her money to save their hides. Next day, Darla walked into town to get new license plates to change into new ones. And buy a spraycan of black paint to spraypaint their car. After Darla changed the licenses on their car and then spray their car black, it was unrecognizable.
        “There, now, the cops won’t be after us anymore, Jo,” Darla said satisfyingly. “See, how there’s a solution for everything, girl. You needn’t to freak out as long as I’m around.”
        “Yeah,” Jolene said. “But how come I feel like a criminal?”
       “Don’t worry about it,” said Darla. “It’s just the adrenaline. Now we can go to Vancouver! I went with my family. I mean, my adoptive family. It was great. You’ll love it. I’ve bet you’ve never been outside of the States either.”
        “I’ve so been there!” Jolene objected.
        “Let’s set off tonight cause I’m still worried about cops lurking around,” said Darla.
        “Okay,” said Jolene. “But this time I drive.”
        “Sure thing.”
         
        Nightfall they started off. With Darla riding shotgun and Jolene at the steering wheel, they got to Vancouver by dawn with no trouble at all-not even from the local cops.

        Jolene’s family owned a timeshare in Cherokee Falls, which was a province of Vancouver.. She found the house-no, make that a mansion-easily. It had a 5-car garage, 7 bedrooms, including the master suite plus Jacuzzi. There was a outside sports area, a screening room, a music studio, a swimming pool. There was also a pool house used as a guesthouse. The mansion has motion-sensor detectors, an alarm system To get in, you don’t a key; you need your familial voice.
        Jolene reset the alarm as they went into the mansion. She invited Darla, “Make yourself at home,” which she already did having kicked off her shoes and put up her feet on the glass coffee table and about to turn on the sound system when Jolene said,. “Don’t put your feet there-it might break.”
        “Don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud!” exclaimed Darla.
        “Okay,” Jolene said. “What would you like?”
        “Why don’t you sit down and enjoy life for a moment?”
        “Can’t,” Jolene said worriedly. “I’m still worried that the cops are after us.”
        “We’re safe,” Darla said. “We passed by and a buncha cops standing at an accident coming up here, and they didn’t stop us.”
        “True, I guess you’re right. I guess we got off scot-free. Life’s good,” said Jolene, kicking her shoes and leaning against Darla on the sofa, putting up her feet up on the footrest.
        “That was some wild ride, huh?” Darla asked. “Did you think it was sick?”
        “Hell yeah!” Jolene exclaimed. “I think it was hella sick!”   


The End

Uprising of Androids


WHEN: year 5000
WHERE: Space Colony Planet XQT
WHO: Humanoids vs androids-humans control the androids
WHAT: Uprising of androids against humans because mistreatment from humanoids
WHY: Humanoids mistreat android b/c think android lack feelings, but in this advanced technology age, it turns out android do have feelings. (However, deep it is.)

It is a new world full of androids and humans. It is an utopia world where everything is peaceful. The androids are mostly controlled by humanoids. But there is one discarded android, smart as whip, too smart for its own good. Smarter than the average person, even smarter than a genius. That’s why she is discarded. She thinks, acts, and talks like regular person not an android. They realize they couldn’t control her so they discard her, hide her in a warehouse amongst all the other discarded hi-tech gadgets. She is called She-Bot.
She-Bot isn’t in operating order but has a backup system that functions when there is a power outage which happens quite often in the space colony, Planet XQT. Whenever there’s a power outage, her wires goes bonkers! (Hi-tech lingo: it starts working!) The warehouse is deep underground in the space colony. She is kept in the deepest part of the warehouse of Planet XQT. She often takes full advantage of the opportunity to go aboveground during these crazy power outages.They have all these crazy power outages because the space colony is new; they’re just getting  settled down.
Oftentimes, whenever there’s no power outages, She-Bot hears all the humanoid and android traffic from aboveground. Forgotten, nobody knows about her or will miss her even if she did leave the warehouse that is filled with disposed hi-tech gadgets. Just about everytime she goes aboveground, she feels at peace. But this time, this time… oh my God she is shocked beyond belief.
She is compact for her size since she looks like a mobile laptop. Nobody notices her comings and goings from the underground warehouse because of her smallness. She is shocked by what she saw. At first all she sees are humanoids and androids interacting together. But judging by the way the humans talk to the androids, and how the androids react to them, well it is simply shocking! Simply shocking!
One guy near She-Bot threatens his android, “If you don’t do this for me, I’ll take you apart piece by piece.” And the android is just a little thin metal rod.
Poor droid, thought She-Bot.
Another lil girl, who looks to be four or six, screamed at her her android a thin green garbarge can “Look what you did! You worthless piece of metal! I HATE YOU!!!!”
And boy, was She-Bot shocked! Where did a little child learned such language? wondered She-Bot.
When night finally fall, She-Bot goes to one of the many droids’ hangouts, Robotron, where they are having an anti-humanoid bashing session. They are all emo, crying (well, droids can’t really cry, but they make weeping sounds like eep, eep) whining to the robotender and drinking their oil alcoholic drinks.
“We are treated like slaves,” cried a sad robot.
“What can we do about it?” whined a droid.
“There’s whatsoever we can do about unless we want to be turned into a pile of tin.” cried little thin metal rod that She-Bot saw earlier that day.
“Hi, all,” She-Bot said brightly
“This is a closed party,” said the robotender.
“Oh let her stay,” said one of the druids, a female.
“I’ve a suggestion.”
“About what?” said a thin rail old rusted shrill-voiced robot
“About your situation.”
“What situation?” said a red stained gray android.
“Your humans are treating you unfairly, so just don’t do as they ask of you.”
“But they follow out on their threats?” asked a blue-stained gold android
“They won’t’ they’re just that-threats.They’ll realize they need y’all too much and they’ll stop being mean.”
“Could work,”\
“Thanks, er, what’s your name?”
My name?” She-Bot is at loss for a moment. “My name’s She-Bot,” rurning to go.
“Wait a min. She-Bot!” yelled the robotender. “Where can we find ya?”
“No, don’t try to contact me; I’ll find you guys.”
As soon as She-Bot is gone, Qbert, the designated unofficial leader, decide to spread their plan to all the androids in all the space colonies via fast-alert message. “We’re gonna let all the robots of all the space colonies, far and wide, will know of our plan to cease and desist in helping the humans.”
 “Yeh,” said another red stained robot. “We may be machinery, but we have feelings too!”

A week later, She-Bot returns from the warehouse to aboveground. What she sees is shocking, to say the least! Everything was above and beyond chaos, total pandemonium. Every direction she turned, she sees chaos in the worse possible way! Since the druids aren’t doing their work, everything has to be worked manually. Schools are shut down b/c they are no roboteachers or robodrivers. Even electricity is out; they need an actual traffic-haven’t seen those in ages! All the dirty work have to be done manually. Manual labor is the order of the day! Robots did all the dirty work; people earn a living by having fun!
She-Bot thought, I never wanted it this way!
“It’s nuts they’re acting so crazy,” one femaile bystander told her male partner. “It’s like druids gone wild!”
“The androids are rebelling!” the male replied.
“Rebelling?” the female said. “The druids can’t rebel; they’re too dumb. They’re not operated to rebel. They’re created to take orders from us humans.”
Dumb? She-Bot thought. We’ll show ya who’s dumb.
But even as the two humanoids speak, the chaos continued around them The humanoids rush off to tend to the chaos since everything has to be worked on manually. The chaos didn’t started with the androids rebellion; it started with a computer virus contaminated all the computer system in the space stations, near and far 
“Hey, droid,” She-Bot called a nearby droid over, who instantly recognized her.
“Oh worshipfulness,” said the droid bending his head as low as it would go.
“You needn’t do that,” said She-Bot, embarrassed. “How long has this been going on?”
“About a week,” was the response.
“I didn’t want this. I just wanted better treatment for us druids. I didn’t want any effect on hi-tech gadgets. We need technology; it’s a necessity. We couldn’t live without it for pete’s sake,” said She-Bot
“Well, the humanoids depend on the druids for access to technology,” said the droid.
Turning to the droid, She-Bot asked, “Who is the head of Planet XQT? I’d like to have a word with him.”
“He’s Captain GZRPLT. He’s Martian. He knows English and Martian, which is called Martlish. He lives in that tall tower.”
“The one with the spire?”
“Yeh,” the droid said, “You can’t missed it!”
Sight unseen, She-Bot escapes the notice of bots; she went right past ‘em. Compact as she is, nobody can or will ever detect her even if she’s a spy, which is highly unlikely since she has so small.
Anyway, without further ado, she slips past the two huge commanding (in size) bots and decodes the hidden password to enter the building. (One of She-Bot’s many abilities is to decode combinations on locks, passwords, etcera.) She slips in as quiet as a mouse, throwing all caution to the wind. Putting on her motion sensors, she is trying to detect where Cpt. GZRPLT is (She also has the ability to sense where certain people are even if they aren’t human.) Finally, she discovers his whereabouts. He is in the uppermost level, where the spire is. That is where his private office. He is the only one allowed to go up there since he didn’t give out the password to anyone else.
        So She-Bot went up to the tower to pay Cpt. GZRPLT a visit. The captain is really a Martian. He looks like all Martian do, with green body with brown spots and scaly claws that should be fingers and toes. He speaks Martian but also speaks English fluently (called Martlish). It is uncommon for a Martian to speak both English and Martian. Most Martians only speak Martian. That is one of the reasons he’s the captain of Planet XQT.
She-Bot has to knock on the door hard b/c tbe door is made of hardwood. Cpt lets her in via remote control.
“Is this Cpt. GZRPLT?” asked She-Bot
“Yes, but who’s asking?” Cpt GZRPLT gruffly, hating to be disturbed. “Would you please state your mission?”
“Hey, you big oaf,” She-Bot yelled angrily, steaming shooting out of her. We druids demand equal rights just like everyone else. We have feelings.”
“I thought druids and bots and others like you only have machinery,” said Cpt. GZRPLT “Explain yourself.”
“We do so have feelings. We may be all machinery, but we do so have feelings,” said She-Bot. “Look, why else would the druids be rebelling? ‘Cause they’re frustrated at being labeled as just machinery and lacking in feelings. In this advanced age, we’ve got bots that show feelings, however deep it runs, beneath all that machinery you guys, I mean, the humanoids put there. Didn’t you even notice the chaos out there?”
“I did, so the bots rebel, huh?” Capt. GZRPLT. “That’s news to me. Are you the druids leader?”
“Yes, why?”
“Tell your robot friends that I grant them immunity from their humans,” said Cpt. GZRPLT. “I won’t tolerate anymore abuse by the humans towards the bots.”

She-Bot then goes back down to the space station and spread the news via fast-alert message that Cpt. GZRPLT grants them immunity from the humans. Yay! the droids goes   CRA-ZY upon hearing this exciting news.

She-Bot then goes back down to her warehouse cube. After a month or so, she decides she must check up on how things are going aboveground. Humans and androids were getting along better. No more chaos. There were more respect among both groups of species, whether they are manmade or natural.
Ah, She-Bot thought, calm at last. I can come back here more often now. Life just keeps on getting better and better. Love this part of the world; I just might stay for good. 

Sweet! Invasion of Gumdrops!

It is the year 2030.  There are no more sweets on earth.  No more junk food of any kind.  Sugar has been depleted.  There is no longer any sugar anywhere on earth.  Everybody is forced to eat only fruits and vegetables since all the animals have died out. This causes everybody to lose their skin color - they are now paler than pale.  They are more like gray.  People speak in monotones.  They are going through the motions of daily life, but, without junk food nobody lives for long in this day and age.
        More and more people inhabit other planets at this point in time.  That is why planet earth has such a small population.  There are little colonies on other planets now with the exception of the sun.  There are, however, no aliens on the other planets as we had come to expect.
        One day, all of a sudden, out of nowhere comes a spaceship.  Oh, it has the usual, blinking, blinking, blinking lights of a UFO.  You can even see it before it reaches earth. People are thinking it is a meteor rock, not an UFO, because that’s so 1950s.  They are about ready to run for the hills when it finally lands and, much to their immense surprise, they discover that it is just a harmless lil ole spaceship!  A spaceship made not of stainless steel but of gumdrops!
        A space Martian or in this case, Sweetian disembarks the ship.  While Martians come from Mars, Sweetians come from planet Sweet.  Everybody has gathered around the ship, eyes agog.  The Sweetian looks half human-half Martian.  He has glowing immaculate skin and bright, shiny hair.
        “Look. We come in peace,” the Sweetian said.  “My people and I have space junk food galore.”
        A girl steps forward.  Her name is Geo.  She has pale, grayish skin and the most dullish, dirty auburn hair you would have ever seen this side of the universe.  She also has the worse skin complexion ever.  She has never seen candy or any sort of junk food before in her life, but, she had heard the stories that were passed down in her family.
        Geo bravely stepped forward and asked, “Who are you?”
The Sweetian answered, “We are the Sweetians. My name is Pete. We come in peace bearing junk food.”
Geo points to the gumdrops that decorate the ship and said, “Is that junk food?”
        “Yes, little one,” Pete replied.
        “May I, I mean, May we have some?” Geo asked.
        “No, dear.” Pete said. “Those are a part of our ship. But you can invite some of your friends in for some junk food.”
        Geo decides to choose her very best friend, Mac, for the invite.  Mac has pale dark hair that looks almost grey and pale almost translucent skin.  Always the skeptic, Mac asks Geo, “Is this for real? I thought junk food was a myth that our parents came up with. What if they abduct us like in Hansel and Gretel? Huh? What then?”
        “Settle yourself down, Mac.” Geo said. “Junk food is for real. The Sweetians are just like us, only 10 times better-looking. And they won’t abduct us like in Hansel and Gretel. Trust me.”
       “Well, if you’re sure,” Mac said reluctantly.
        “Climb on aboard, you two,” said Pete.
        Before I go on with the story, let me give you a little background on the two young teenaged girls, Geo and Mac.  Geo and Mac, have been inseparable ever since they were kids because they were the only children in their families.  They are more like sisters than best friends.  Oh, they fight just like sisters do, but they still get along fairly well.  Mac is the skeptic; while Geo encourages Mac to try new things, to be an adventuress by being more adventurous. (Sorry I digress.)
        When they reach the top of the stairs, the door of the spaceship goes up, and, disappears.  They look around and see that the spaceship is full of junk food galore, just like the Sweetian said!  It is filled wall-to-wall with junk food.  There are shelves after shelves displaying junk food. And what isn’t displayed, is being cooked in the little kitchen.  There is a short-order cook with many waitresses waiting on people hand and foot.  It is a mini-café named the Junk Food Haven. Its slogan is Junk Food Galore! Enjoy A Sweeter Slice of Life!  At first, they are intimidated.
        “C’mon,” Pete encouraged, “Dig in!”
        “But what is this?” asked Mac.
        “Good food,” said Pete. “Better than the gross food you eat down on earth. Go ahead and try it!”
        “Wellll, OK!” Geo said, eagerly picking up a chocolate cupcake with sprinkles. “I’ll try it.”  After she tastes it, she is suddenly filled with richness, and she finds herself wanting more and more and more!!!  She can’t resist it!  Resistance is futile!  “Try it! It is so good!” she encouraged Mac.
        “Uh, sure,” Mac said, picking up a white powdered donut. “But is this stuff safe?”
        “Sure it is,” Pete said. “Less talking, more eating, girls.”
        “Okay, if you’re sure,” said Mac reluctantly, gingerly taking a small bite out of the donut. “Oh, my god! This is so good! I want more!”
        “Take it! At your pleasure, my dears!” exclaimed Pete.
        Ever the skeptic, halfway through a custard, Mac asked Pete, “Hey, man!” 
        Pete came over. “Yo, wazzup?”
        “What’s the catch?” Mac asked. “There must be a catch somewhere.”
        “Oh, well,” said Pete. “The catch, hm, is you get to visit our planet.”
        “What planet is that?” Mac asked.
        “The planet Sweets,” came the answer.
        “What do they have there?” asked Mac.
        “Sweets,” Pete replied. “all kinds of sweets.  This is just the icing on the cake, no pun intended.  For now, order whatever you want.  Get whatever you want.  It’s on the house.”       
        “Oh, my god.” exclaimed Mac. “Did you hear that? Everything’s free!”
        “You gotta try this!” exclaimed Geo, handing Mac a chocolate cookie. “This is unbelievable!”
        “It is so good,” agreed Mac after taking a bite and another and another until it is all gone.
        Mac and Geo decide to go up to the counter to get some different kinds of junk food.  When they saw the abundance of junk food there, they couldn’t make up their minds.  By the time they had made up their minds, they had arrived at the planet Sweets. While Geo decides on a banana split with all the toppings, Mac decides on a strawberry-banana smoothie.
        When they land, they saw an abundance of junk food everywhere!  Instead of fruits and vegetables growing on fields, trees and shrubs and maybe in a vine here and there, junk food is growing in its place.  Everywhere you turn, you see junk food.
        The people-oh the people!  They are indescribable, but let me just say this: they seem so happy and energetic and vibrant.  And the children-oh the children! They are running, screaming, dancing, and just being their happy young selves.  Capturing youth before age catches up with them.  Here no one but no one ages!  Why?  Because they live off junk food, and without junk food, they would all waste away.
        “What are those?” Geo asked Pete, pointing to the animals.
        “Those are where hamburgers and sirloin steaks come from.” Pete replied.
        “Yummy! I’ll never leave this place!” Geo said. “This place is so maddeningly wonderful!”
        “Straight up, girl!” Mac agreed. No way, no how will I ever go back to earth now that I have found Sweets.
         

Girls (Absolutely, Positively Without a Doubt) Rule!!!


There’s no one- Absolutely No one- you can depend on except for us girls.
NO BOYS ALLOWED!

Here’s a lil Mother Goose rhyme that says it all
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dogs tails
That's what little boys are made of !"
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice and all things nice
That's what little girls are made of!"


“O no! Have u heard?!? Jan said. 
“What?” her sister, Amy said. “What happened, Jan?”
“There was a meteorite shower last night, right?” Jan explained. “All and the male race was wiped out.”
“OMG!”said Amy. “What about Bobby?” Bobby was her estranged husband.
“All gone,” said Jan sadly But inwardly she was happy, doing somersaults insides because she despised all and any men she came across.
Jan and Amy are both identical twins sisters with 2 minutes apart. Although Jan is the younger old twin and Amy the older one, sometimes she felt like the older twin due to her sage and wise advice. They got brown hair and had heterochromia, which meant they had different color eyes. They’ve lesbian parents, whose mother Lara got pregnant with them through one of her open relationships, which was still going on, but they’ve moved into a commune. Bobby and Amy had adorable identical six-year-old twin girls, Carla and Darla, who were away at an all-girls boarding school, Sweetcuffs Boarding School for Girls, which was run by women only- their motto was simply: Girls Rule; they’ve been there since pre-k. They were blond but also were hererochromia.
Jan despised all and any men because Amy had been having a lot of difficulty with men, and Amy always went to Jan to solace in the form of turning to the bottle-Amy was an alcoholic-or a shoulder to cry on when she couldn’t take it anymore or even when she felt drastic a couple months she attempted suicide. Jan thought Bobby was the scum of the earth for leaving poor Amy cause even when they were kids Amy was always clingy-she tended to lack self-esteem.
Jan herself was an accomplished career women, having open her own business in shoe design and was about to open a new café. Her short-term plan was to become her own boss. Next step was to have her own business. Thirdly, she wanted to expand it to a franchise.
Having designed shoes for all the major shoe companies and making a huge profit at it, she decided to aim higher-she wanted to design a specific shoe for multi-purposes like running, walking, etcera for women. Having designed the shoes and then having rejected by all the major shoe companies that are mostly run by men, she decided to form her own shoe company. She always did had this free-spirit attitude  about her, and no one can denied her that.
Anyway when she heard the news that men were depleted from the planet, outwardly she was sad but inwardly she was jubilant.
”Amy, Sweet Amy,” Jan whispered, hugging her close. “Are you alright?”
“No, I’m not.” Amy replied. “I’ve got to call my girls. See if they’re alright,” hurrying off while drying her tears quickly on sleeve.
Amy ran off to a quiet place to make a call to  her darlings. Darla and Carla, her prides of her joy, were sheltered since babyhood, so they didn’t know about the catastrophe that laid ahead.
Said Amy to Carla, the eldest twin by 30 seconds; she sometimes seemed older than her six years, “Life will never be the same again.”
“What do you mean, mommy?” Carla asked worriedly.
“Just close to your sister-at all times,”
“But you got me so worried, mommy.” Carla cried. “Whatsamatter?”
“Okay, if I tell you, will you promise not to tell your sister. You know your sister won’t be able to handle it.”
“Okay, okay,” said Carla. “Now will you tell me?”
“The world, as we know it, has been depleted of mankind. There is no more male race from this moment on.”
“You gotta be kidding me!” said Carla both astonished and shocked.
“Yes, sweetheart, it is, without a doubt, the truth.”
“How’ll I be able to keep this secret from Darla? Carla agonized. “She’s been seeing this young man, Erik who is twelve. She thought Erik had stood her up.”
“Okay, if you must tell her, break it to her as gently as you could” Amy finally consented.
“What about Daddy?” Carla asked. “Is he alright?”
“No I’m afraid he’s not,” said Amy disappointedly. “He’s one of the many male casualties “
“Oh no!” Carla screamed into the phone. “Darla! Darla! Come quick! Daddy’s dead!”
“I’m back, Mom,” said Carla, sobbing. “What do you want us girls to do?” Both girls were close to their father, but Darla was the tomboy of the two-the son their father never had
“Just stay where you are-you girls are safe where you are,’ said Amy morosely.

While Amy was talking to her daughters, Jan was celebrating the coming of a new age. She brought the champagne out and was drinking to ‘love, joy and queendom of that is sweet! No more rotten boys to rot away at our core! Oh yeh this is the day to celebrate! Probably was struck down by the meteorite because they were killing each other through war, no more guys to beat us when we’re down, no more violence at the hands of those male chauvinistic pigs. Slimeballs! They deserve to die!”
At the moment her twin came back and heard the end of  Jan’s monologue. “THEY DESERVE TO DIE. HOW COULD YOU SAY SUCH A THING!?!” she screamed in tears.
“But you always have told boys gave you such grief,” Jan pointed out.
“It doesn’t mean I want them to die,” Amy cried.
“Okay, okay,” Jan relented. “You’ve always been boy-crazy, even when we were teens.”
“Boys may be a total turn-off for you, but I love my boys.”
“Wanna have a drink, sis?”
“Yes, please,” Amy replied. “How about vodka with OJ on the side? Thanks so much, baby.” She drank whenever there was pain involved to avoid dealing with emotional distress. In this case, she was stressing over losing guys.

Meanwhile Amy’s darling twins decided to come home due to the loss of twins’ father and Darla’s boyfriend Erik since they can’t even concentrate on their schoolwork. Actually, Sweetcuffs closed down temporarily because none of the girls could even concentrate because their fathers or male relatives had died in the meteorite shower.



Even though Amy’s twins were only six years old, they were able to take the train by themselves. They were arrived just as their aunt Jan was about to carry their sleeping mother upstairs. They saw the empty bottle of vodka and empty carton of orange juice, which so happens to be their mother’s favorite combination.
“Hush!” whispered Jan, carrying Amy upstairs. “Be right back. I’ll deal with you two in a moment.”
Jan carried her sister up the creaking stairs, cradling her in her arms. Amy’s long hair was falling nearly touching the carpet.
     When Jan reached Amy’s room, she placed her gently on her bed, brushing her damp hair back and kissing her forehead. “Amy, my dear girl,” Jan whispered oh-so-softly, “we’re better off without boys in our lives,” turning on the night light and leaving the door ajar, just the way she always had liked it (even she had kids of her own).
     As Jan came down the stairs, missing the creaking stairs this time around, she called out to her sister’s twins. “Carla, Darla!”
     “Hi Auntie Jan,” called Carla and Darla.
     “Why are you girls home?” Jan asked.
     Carla replied, “School’s closed. What happened to Mom?”
     “She’s just tired, had a long day, needs a nap.”
     “Did you do something to her?” Carla, the smarter one and the one who got right to the point, asked. “Is she drunk? “No, she’s not drunk,” said Jan dismissively. “She’s my sister. Why you little girls asked such questions? You don’t know anything about anything.”
     “Are you calling us stupid?” Darla finally spoke up.
     “No, stop putting words in my mouth,” said Jan
     “We see empty vodka and orange bottles lying around.” Carla insisted. “That’s Mom’s favorite combo.”
     “Okay, I give,” Jan said. “So I did get your mom good and drunk. That’s cause she was making a great fuss about the meteorite shower.”
     “That killed all of the male species,” said Darla. “Including our father and my boyfriend.”
     “I wouldn’t be surprised, Auntie Jan,” said Carla, “if you wish all of the men to be killed off.”
     “Me?” Jan said innocently. “I didn’t do anything.” As a matter of fact, she prayed for something to happen to the men of this world the night before. And lo and behold, something incredible did happen.
     “It is a known fact that you hate men, Auntie Jan,” said Darla. “You hate men so much, you’re a lesbian. You probably wish every living male species would be killed off, become endangered and whatnot.”
     “Alright,guys, I mean, girls, let’s make good of a bad situation.” Carla intervened. “Let’s not make do of what we got.”
     “But how can we survive without men, boys, whatever?” Darla asked
     “The way we always had,” Jan said. “We never need oversexed, sex-crazed, sports fanatics high-testosterone creeps in our lives, do we now?”
     “No I guess not,” Darla said.
     “They are the ones who cause this planet to be overpopulated, not us womenfolk. ‘Cause they enjoyed getting laid, not us. Our main goal is just to satisfy them.”     
     “Whatevs, Auntie Jan.” said Darla dismissively.
     “Alrighty, girls,” Carla said. “Let’s just call a truce.”
     “Okay, okay,” Darla said, “truce, shaking on it.”
     “Let’s agree to disagree, okay?” asked Jan, shaking her niece’s hand..
     “Okay,” said Darla.

     After agreeing to disagree and do more work teamwork and less fighting, they broke up into groups of four. True, there were only 3 people since Jan can’t even trust her own sister because of her drinking problem. But Jan had some connections being a top-notch criminal pro-bono lawyer for the defenseless. She contacted her go-to girl, Ira, who’s also her best friend and her paralegal and assistant to many of the politicos in their town of Honeycomb Beach, including the DA, Lana Osby
     “Hey girlfriend,” said Jan upon reaching her
     “Excuse me?” asked Ira. “Who is this?”
     “This is your bestie, Jan,” Jan replied.
     “Oh, it’s you,  no time to chat now,” said a flustered Ira “We’ve a crisis; everything’s chaotic here!”
     “That’s why I was calling,” said Jan. “I want to make things easier for you.”
     “I’m listenin’,” said Ira, taking 3 gulps of Vitaminwater.
     “There are no more male species, right?” said Jan. “What I’m thinkin’ is, we should get 4 girls and divide them up, North, South, East and West and have ‘em patrol the world. Got it?”
     “Got it! But what about my duties as an assistant to the DA?”
     “Leave it,” said Jan firmly. “We’ve got more important things to worry about.”
     “Okey dokey,” said Ira, “just lemme get my girls ready and I’m off.”
     “Your girls?” said Jan. “You mean your entourage?”
     “Yeah, that,” said Ira. “With that big task, I can’t go about it alone.”
“I see what you mean,” agreed Jan.“I guess you’re right. We divide into teams of 4 to go to North, South, East & West, okay? Sounds like a better plan?”
“Much,” said Ira. :Okay, break!”
“Let’s synchronize our watches when we’ll next meet.”
“Okay, let’s do it!”
After Jan told the twins the plan, they decided to get their friends together to form
form a group to survey the areas they’ve been assigned to watch over. The twins and their friends were to watch the Northern and Southern parts of the world while Jan and Ira and their friends were to patrol the Western and Eastern parts of the world.
After they synchronize their watches, they set off with their entourages to their assigned destinations. The twins went off separated for the first time evah, Carla and friends went off to the Northern part of the world while Darla and her groupies went off to the Southern part of the world. Ira and her friends decided they want to go to the Western part of the world while Jan and her friends had no choice but to choose the Eastern having all parts of the world already being chosen
At first, the twins were sad to leave each other but knew they would see each other very soon. They gave each other a long bear hug. Carla said, “Be careful out there, honey. Luv ya.”
“With all my hart,” said Darla.
“What’ll we do about Mom?”
“Just leave her here,” replied Jan. “She’ll be alright for a few hours. I already locked the liquor cabinet, so there’s no problem. Ready, girls?”
“Ready!” they chorused.


In the devastation was ginormous; everything was in total and complete chaos. All of womankind was stunned, stupefied. They can’t believe it. Jan and friends were in the Eastern part of the world and the devastation was terrible. Although it was a 3rd world country, the people were mourning over their dead male relatives, whom they depended on for their livelihood. They women may be fieldhands, but the men provided the moolah. They did the heavy-duty work like chop wood, sell meat, etc, but without the men in their lives, how would they be able to survive?
In the Western part of the world, hearts were breakin’ everywhere. Even people with alternative lifestyles. They were mourning over male relatives, male companions, male friends. Nobody was celebrating, not even those loathsome man-haters. They acted like the world was ending, for pete’s sake. They just dropped dead in their tracks and cried as if the world had just ended. And in a way, the world had just ended.  Even on the street women were bawling their eyes out.  They didn’t care who saw them because everybody was crying anyways.
In the Southern part of the world, Darla’s area, where people were scant, there was not much to see but polar bears lookin’ for the young’uns aimlessly. Also, there were no men out to hunt and gather food in the jungle anymore, so the women have to fend for themselves with what they already had.
In the Northern part of the world, there was no more Santy Claus, only Mrs. Claus and what’s remaining of her female elves. So there’s no more Christmas. Also, there no more Eskimos men, Eskimo women. The Eskimo men did the hunting and gathering. Without men, the Eskimo women won’t be able to survive. Also, there’s no more Northern lights cos that was controlled by men.

When Carla and Darla and Jan and Ira rendezvoused at Jan’s place at the synchronized time, they reported that women were weak and needed male companionship.
“This is not so!” Jan said. “We could so do without male companionship. We need to send out a public service announcement that we can rise up without men; we do it without ‘em!”
“Yes!” the teen twins rose their fists high in the air together. “You go Auntie Jan!”
“Yes,” said Ira, “but you’re all talk and no action. We can send out a public broadcast announcement, but who would listen? Everybody everywhere is mourning for their lost one.”
“We can at least tried,” said Jan.
“I guess trying never hurt anyone,” said Ira reluctantly.
     “Remember our school’s motto: Girls Rule?” Carla asked.
     “Yeah,” said Darla slowly “What about it?”
     “My poor misguided sister,” said Carla sympathetically. “Well, now that all of male species are gone,” continued Carla, “we can put it into practice by showing those clingy girls that girls can do stuff even better than guys. 1000 folds better even!”
     “Yeah,” roared Darla. “That’s the ticket! Wegirls rock!”
    
     The teen twins and Jan and Ira sent out the PSA, via the WWW and doing old-school advertisements in all forms of media which included print, which included bulletin boards, magazines, bus stations & subways. Pretty soon all the advertisements were filled with the PSA. And the PSA on the WWW had gone viral. It said the following:

Girlz! Girlz! Girlz! Girlz! Girlz!

Listen up. ladies!

You are not weak, fragile, clingy creatures-

you can do without men

Men just want us to satisfy their sexual urges!

Let’s be stronger that-

we can carry on without our male subordinates!

We are mighty than those L-O-S-E-R-S!

We need to regain our own respect for ourselves-

not depend on some Neanderthals!

this is not a X--rated advertisement

Girlz! Girlz! Girlz! Girlz! Girlz!

When all the women in the world got wind of this message, grrl did they realized the people-Carla and Darla and Ira and Jan- were right, so they decided to do something about it.
First off, the ladies of the world decided it wasn’t worth it to mourn over the loss of the male friends. Men, they thought, are just a buncha freeloaders and emotional excess baggage.
They could do things 1000 times better than men-those scumbags-could and they did.  In the East, the women following in the footsteps of the menfolk learned how to chop wood, sell meat. At first, it was oh-so-hard, then they got they got the hang off it.
Everyday is a work-in-progress.

Over in the West, that’s right, men are worthless, who needed them anyway? We can do things way better than ‘em any old day. It is called self-reliance. We don’t need no men to help us out. They never helped us when we asked ‘em to anyways. They’re really pathetic. What am I doing crying over ‘em anyways? I’m wasting my time crying over spilt milk. We can do things without worrying about consulting our guys. We can always have girls’ night our. Life is lookin’ up.
In the Northern and Southern parts of the world, the ladies went hunting. They knew how to do it cos they saw their men done it a million times before. Monkey do monkey see. Watching seemed easy, but actually doing it? Not so much. In the beginning, it was so hard. Since all the animals were all of the female species, it was much easier to catch. All you have to do was get the said animal away from its babies. If you got the babies first, then the mama animal will be furious.
The women hunters didn’t realize this till the end when they attacked the unguarded babies because it was easier, but the mama animal sensing danger hurrying back as quick as lightning. The women hunters, who were scared out of their wits, decided to try another day.
Next day, they tried again, only this time, they decided to aim their weapons, which were inherited from their male friends, at the mama animal. They decided to sneak up behind the mama animal
The headhunter, a woman named Carlita who had gone hunting with her husband, knew that you should attack the mama animal first. She also knew how to use a rifle.
“Quiet now, ladies,” Carlita whispered.
But one of them accidentally stepped on a twig. CRACK!
“Hush!” Carlita tried to hush the other ladies
But it was too late. The mama animal turned with a low growl.
“C’mon, somebody, shoot ‘er“ screamed Carlita, “before she gets us!”
All the women were panicking, running in every which way; only Carlita was left behind. There was no choice; it was up to her to shoot the mama animal. With nobody left but her to defend the mama animal-showing girls were a buncha wimps-she shot the mama animal right between the eyes, not knowing what hit her. After she shot the mama animal, she took the carcass, leaving behind the babies whining for their mother.
Back at camp, she called her so-called friends out. “You guys are a buncha wussies. You left me standing out there alone. You’re my back-up. Where were you guys when I needed you?”
“Looks to me you got the animal without our help.” Johanna pointed out.
“Yeah,” Carlita said. “But I could’ve gotten help with the babies. We could’ve used the babies to make clothes or something.”
Up in the North Pole, there was now no more Santy Claus. But there were all those female elves and Mrs. Claus.  Mrs. Claus oversaw the running of the kitchen. Usually, the female elves baked Christmas cookies and other Christmas goodies, which included fruitcakes of all kinds. Delectable! (That’s how Santa Claus was so heavy-set because he ate a lot of goodies all throughout the year!) The male elves usually made the presents for all those good girls and gave a bag of coal to the naughty ones while Santa Claus checked off whose been naughty or nice. (How does he do it? Is he like God or something?)
Now that there’s no more Santa Clause, Mrs. Claus must take over the duties that used to be used Santa Claus’. Not only must she coordinate the kitchen that baked the Christmas cookies and other Christmas goodies, she must also run the elves workshop that used to be run by male elves but now needed to be run by female elves. She gotta checked whose been naughty or nice; if they’ve been nice they’ve received their heart’s desires. On the other hand, if they’ve been naughty, they’ve only received a bag of coal. They’ve no choice, otherwisei there would be NO MORE CHRISTMAS! And we can’t have that, can we, now? Also, in order to replace Santy Claus on the sleigh, with the 7 reindeers herding them forward, she must deliver the presents to the good little girls (since there’s no more Santa Claus, imposter or the real deal­) since Santy Claus was male and all male species were wiped off the face of the earth.
The female ruler of world came about when the whole world voted for youngest teenage girls in the world, which so happened to be Carla and Darla. Since Carla clearly was the smarter one, and Darla the ditzy, perky one, Carla became the female ruler of the world with Darla being Carla’s sidekick.
The female ruler of the world abolished all prisons and replaced by reformatories and rehabilitation centers, where women can change their lives for the better. The female ruler turned all prisons into rehabs or reformatory. Prisoms may be a waste of taxpayers’ money, but reformatories and rehabilitation centers are court-appointed. If women broke the law, they have to go to reformatory. Or if they do drugs or cited for DUI, they must go to rehab. If girls up to adult age that would be 18 years of age, committed a crime, they would be sent to a reformatory for crimes other than doing drugs or underage drinking. But there are also adult reformatories, where women learn a trade or a skill free of charge- otherwise known as community college. But in this case, instructors from a community college were brought into teach these women.
     Population was controlled because no sex-crazed, testosterone-filled boy wanna boned up with some silly boy-crazy, two-timing, backstabbing girl. Before the meteorite shower, whenever boys made out with girls, and one led to another, they almost always ended up in each others’ beds. 9 out of 10 girls at the local high school from the upperclass were pregnant or have babies (8 out of 10 girls from the lower class have babies or pregnant), but the fathers were too irresponsible to own up to their mistakes. The parents have to kicked ‘em out or they have to take care of the babies on their own.
After the meteorite shower, however, there were no more boys, so no more hot, horny foreplay from the guys. To the girls who were already pregnant or already have babies, well, they’ll just have to deal. I mean, they never have the support of the baby daddy in the first place. They could handle it. They are made of tougher stuff than this. They don’t and won’t lead on any man for help.  They won’t break now. They gotta show a whole new generation of women that they can stand on their own two feet without relying on men to bailing ‘em out. They’re no damsel in distress, like ‘Woe is me.’ No siree. They’ll stand tall. They’ll survive-they’re survivors. I mean, who gave birth to ‘em? Us women did. We were in labor a million hours, ok that’s an exaggeration, maybe half a day.